Once upon a time in a land far beyond the great city of New York, a little princess sat dreaming in her castle. Her castle, the mighty fortress of the long island, was filled to overflowing with whimsical finery. The young damsel’s fair beauty, coveted by all in the kingdom despite the scar on her right cheek, glowed from inside. New to the kingdom, a beastly dog viciously attacked. Only the outer blemish remains.
The fair maiden, princess Annaliese, was among the rarest of all princesses. For you see, she did not have a wicked step-mother. No. Her mother, alive and well, loved her passionately and indulged her fondness for all things pink.
Throughout the kingdom, rumors were whispered from ear to ear. The great queen’s hair had suddenly changed colors and none of her subjects could fathom the cause or cure.
The butterflies carried snippets of jest and jeer directly to the queen herself; however, she and the princess blythely carried out the duties of the kingdom.
All the while, the king scoffed at powdery pink colors appearing as if the air itself cast fluffs of softness over his kingdom. He feared his enemies would think his mighty army had become distaff, so he ordered all pink be contained to one wing of the castle – the princesses’ quarters.
Be sure to visit the Kingdom of Fringe tomorrow for the unveiling of Princess Annaliese’s room costumed in the finest pink frills royalty warrants.
The Queen of Fringe